Sneering, never walks, always swaggers.
At the world, he glares daggers.
The world glares back, a mutual hate.
Does anyone know his morbid fate?
Forced into living a life he never wanted to know.
He must cause others strife everywhere he goes.
To please the father he can never make proud.
To impress the mother who always frowns.
Branded by hatred,
lies and deceit.
Perfectly pure bred to hate those that he meets.
His ice cold exterior and stony heart mask his fragile interior that's falling apart.
Poor boy growing up in the world alone.
Doesn't have any friends,
Works on his own,
with help from the minions.
So misunderstood, he deserves much more,
yet there he is crying behind the bathroom door.
Given too much to handle but he won't admit,
knowing the consequences if he doesn't complete it.
He looks to be evil through and through,
inside he is broken and utterly confused.
But can you see past those icy steel eyes?
Did you ever know how the boy cries?
Body racking sobs, long held in.
Fighting to get out, they finally win.
A heart-wrenching sight, to anyone near.
The pain-filled wail that brings forth tears.
Beaten by the father he unconditionally loves,
Ignored by the mother he's never hugged.
Fearful of the master on the edge of life and death,
uttering words with his dying breath.
But nobody knows, nobody really cares.
They only see the robot standing there.
A replica of what his father wants him to be,
A stoic mask through which no one can see